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By car late one night from work to see my boyfriend at college, I ended up following a white truck. He wasn’t going fast so I passed him, and then he tried to pass me by by lighting the light in his cab so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and decided what hell, I passed him again and this time I did the same thing and waved over him while I was passing. It wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or something, but I loved it. After a few minutes, he passed again with his light on, but this time he pointed something straight and gave me away. Then I was a sign from the rest zone and I knew what he wanted. My heart began to strike while I kind of froze not wanting to go further. I watched his flashing on half a mile in front of me. In my mind, I wasn’t going to stop, but as I approached my heart, I couldn’t help but approach his truck.

Wendy looked forward to the beginning of the film. It was already fifteen minutes after midnight and the big breast girl was in a bad mood. Her date of the evening had picked her up, none of her friends were there, and the only entertainment station was a midnight lonely film. Sighing, she leaned on the scratching seat as the lights fainted.

The door of the theatre opened and closed quickly, flashing a spear of light with opening curtains. A small figure walked through the driveway. She sat next to Wendy, still boring the unhappy girl. The theatre was almost empty; There was no reason why this woman had only one seat. Pre-movie ads for popcorn and licorice jumped to life and Wendy watched the newcomer out of the corner of his eye.

In the early 1980s, I worked in this factory that made snacks. At that time, all office workers had their own offices (ah, the days before the cabins were discovered). The accounting department, where I worked, was in an extra wing in the back. Because of the delicate nature of our work, the offices had an outside door that was always locked, then each of our offices had their own doors.

It happened in the mid-1990s, when I was dating a beautiful little biker girl. I was only in the biker scene, and I was a little young and naive, I guess. My then girlfriend, Jane, was already a long-time biker, in the rally scene too and had friends in many clubs. I loved her madly; She was an ex model, and was really sexy and small, with long dark hair and the most beautiful face imaginable, perfect little round tits and a slim and girly silhouette. However, she had a harder edge for her; She was quite outgoing and self-assertive, and had this kind of flirtation and jealousy about her that no man of red blood could fail to fall for.

She looked good in what she had. The shape of her body suggests she’s very sporty.

Her top was low enough to show her neckline in her well-proportional breasts. When she leaned, they almost seemed to fall.

The pants she wore were skin tight on her ass, and slightly rang her feet. She had a nice ass.

She was following me around the gym. After I finished on a certain machine, I was heading through the room to work on another muscle arm/shoulder. After a minute, she came to the machine right next to me. This has happened several times.

Our car was in the garage for repair and they didn’t have a spare “lender”, so my wife, Angel, (who is a beautiful, small 26) and I had to travel downtown on the suburban train. Where the train is full and must stand. We didn’t know how well we were where, at the next station, dozens of people started riding and where we took over like sardines.

In the crush, Angel and I, where we were separated, I could see the top of his head on the crowd. They’re mostly businessmen on the train, so it wasn’t surprising that Angel was surrounded by men… but the funniest thing is that they’re all facing Angel, we expect a group to face different directions. The lûché train and a hole appeared momentarily and I could see that Angel’s mini skirt was around her waist and panties where pulled by her knees. One guy fingered her pussy, another kiss. Her top has been removed (she doesn’t need a bra) and 2 more where to play with her breasts.

My husband and I always fantasized about me. When we fuck, he would tell me how much he would like me to get fucked by four guys or more at the same time. In return, I told him about the times I fucked before our wedding and he was really excited to hear me describe how their dicks felt going inside me and banging in my mouth and pussy.

I finally left my office and found a job in a club as a barmaid. I would dress as sexy as possible with heels, short skirts, a hose of panties without panties and either dumbbells or blouses through without bra. Every time I served drinks, I made sure to exhibit as much as possible. I had a lot of guys asking me to do all kinds of things, but I never did anything with them. I was going home and I was telling my husband what they had asked me to do and before I knew we were going to fuck and we were both talking about getting fucked. I never fucked anyone before the day we went to the beach.

It was in the middle of the summer, and we were on holiday in the country. Hiking in the woods and cycling on the trails were our outdoor pleasures. We intended to visit every national park we could before it was time to return to the real world of school in the fall. I graduated next year with a degree in English and he had another year after that. It was our last hoora before September.

I was in N.Y. by visiting a friend who lives in a large building in the center of the city. I arrived at noon for lunch and spent all day talking about old times. I watched my watch and saw it was almost midnight! I can’t believe that time is fast! We said goodbye and I left.

When I arrived at the elevator, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there was not much light in the corridors. As I pushed the button for the elevator, I saw a group of men standing in the hall saying their goodbye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they laughed all and spoke. They left to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, “Hi.” Of course, being the friendly person I was, I said, “Hi” back. We were waiting for the elevator to come. I heard the movement behind me but I pretended to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach around me and stop the elevator and look in their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was so excited! The oldest of men seemed to be in charge.

I became a hot woman five years ago at the request of my divorced husband. During my adventures as a hot woman, I discovered a desire for a hot young cock. Tonight I wanted a young cock so I spent two hours preparing for the test.

A sensual hot oil bath, followed by a quick session with my chromed dildo, made the juices and hard nipples flow: just say that it put me in the right frame of mind! Then came the wardrobe: the “special” outfit for special occasions like these.